Then we continued our journey to Nazaré, famous for its huge waves. At first, I had a hard time finding our accommodation in the labyrinth. At the end I had to send a message to the owner that we had been driving around for a while. The GPS confirmed that we had arrived, but I just couldn't find the house, which was no surprise, as the numbering was very strange. Fortunately, he arrived quickly. The place looked like a resort area, full of houses, no grass anywhere (poor Panka!), everything paved with stones. Most of the shutters were closed, as the season hadn't started yet. Our accommodation looked as if the guy had converted his garage into an apartment for his grandmother. There was only a window in the kitchen, and the bathroom was just a hole. The only good news was that there was a washing machine and a dryer. I certainly made use of them.
I parked the car, brought in a few things, put a load in the washing machine, hung it up, and then we went down to the beach to see the famous waves. It really was a fantastic sight. There were even bodyboarders, and Panka watched one of them intently. Several of us were taking photos and filming. Panka enjoyed the freedom, I kept Gerbeaud on a leash, I don't remember why. I watched the waves for a long time, the ancient force that pushes and pulls them towards the shore. And as I gazed into the distance, I tried to imagine the courage it took for people to board a ship and set sail into the unknown. They didn't even know if they would ever see their loved ones again. They had no idea what awaited them. Now I would say that it would have been better for the South Americans and many other peoples if they had stayed at home, but human nature is not like that. It is driven by curiosity, by the desire to discover something new.
My dinner was a delicious — and enormous — portion of grilled calamari with baked potatoes, salad, and a glass of white wine. The restaurant's outdoor tables were on the sidewalk, on a "platform" with a wooden floor about eight inches high. The dogs behaved very well, and passersby stopped several times to ask if they could pet them. Of course! By the time the sun slowly set, I had finished my dinner. We sat for a few more minutes, then I paid and we headed for the car. I parked on a street perpendicular to the shore, a minute away from the ocean. I paid 400 forints for two hours. Not bad, right?
When I "got home" and looked at the apartment, I realized it was not really my taste. On top of that it turned out that the Internet wasn't working. The neighbours were drilling until 10 p.m.
At 10 p.m., I let the dogs out. Panka found two blades of grass in one corner and went for them.
Gerbeaud
had huge pots of leanders there.
